My son is dying, dark eyes fever-flared,
He bravely smiles as we await his fate.
72 virginal houri abide
Visage veiled but vaginas revealed
Or 28 pre-pubescent puerile pearls
If such preferred, as promised by Hadith.
The vest bears down its weight and cumbrous heft
On fading heart of this my blessed scion
Compressing tread-marks of his final steps
On venerated path through ancient dust.
I watch now from this place to the bazaar
Where wretches beg and fallen angels profit.
Honour will be paid to me for loss;
Tribute will be brought and I will feast;
His act speeds my path when my time comes.
rumbling roar of rage.
Still-twitching parts from those of lesser worth
Fragment and reek of vile impurity.
Clouded in blood-mist their blackened meat
Stains every desert star to crescent moon.
Lacerated limbs lance wall and roof
Mangling men reviled like scorpions loathed;
Unearthed rats bleed blinded by the flames
From Paradise, as porcine stench befouls
The gentle desert khamseen’s blessed breeze
Bearing joy to this most fortunate of men.
A Fortunate Man
My son is dying, dark eyes fever-flared,
42 thoughts on “A Fortunate Man”
It took me a while to figure out how to word my amazement. Then I realized I can’t.
I appreciate that you read this piece and that it resonated with you. Many thanks.
This website was… how do I say it? Relevant!!
Finally I’ve found something which helped me. Thank you!
I am pleased that your visit has been worthwhile. Thank you very much for your kind words.
Extremely moving and well done. This piece has the flavor of Tahar Ben Jelloun’s dreamy, surreal descriptions of N. Africa desert-dwellers beliefs and mindset. It skirts madness and delusion with beauty…
Madness and delusion indeed emmy but its a great honour to be likened to the style of this prodigious scribe of the Mahgreb – you ma’am have made my day 🙂
Powerful imagery and metaphor Mike. You have every right to feel proud of this! 🙂
I thank you most kindly for these welcome words.
You are so so welcome Mike!
Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
Great poem on a difficult subject.
Beautiful and brilliant treatment of an obscurantist subject. You have given light to something most of us see as stubborn darkness. It’s the light of the fanatic though, blinding with visions that we see as hypocritical. Ignorance and blindness. Makes me too angry to write about it with your delicacy. Very well done. Would you mind if I reblogged this?
It is always a great honour to be re-blogged Jane on top of which I thank you for the scrutiny and personal insight that you have contributed. And a Happy St Patrick’s Day!
Reblogged then. And a Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to you too! May the stout flow free while ever there’s a table to roll under.
This is so good, Mike. Some things do make us nonplussed.
Yes, beyond belief Vera. Thank you for reading and letting me have your thoughts.
That was beautiful – such emotion, so powerfully and honestly portrayed. 🙂
How kind of you to pop by and leave such a lovely compliment – I thank you.
Really well done Mike
This ranks among my own personal favourites so your affirmation is particularly welcome. Huge thanks and Beannachtí lá Feile Pádraig dutsa.
Happy Saint Patrick’s 🙂
Stunningly beautiful, weighted with raw power.
Howling at the Moon
Not sure whether a fox is kin to wolf (but its the behavior that counts). Thanks Marcus for this weighty affirmation much appreciated.
Reblogged this on Fugitive Fragments.
Oh this is so beautiful. It was heavy on me as I read it.
Thank you and yes, it is one of those weightier subjects.
If you don’t mind, I thought of a song that sort of goes well with this poem. Its a really thoughtful song, really deep (and relaxing, I find) and gives us a lot to ponder. Just thought you might like it.
Its called Mazaar, its by a group called Niyaz. The video is excellent. Amazing, beautiful. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SE86zZ0ui4
It is now part of my post with your thoughtfulness acknowledged. Thank you for this embellishment to the reading experience of my poem.
You’re welcome, Mike. You’re a really nice guy.
It leaves most people speechless but then there are those of us who write…
You’re one of the few who would write about this, and who wouldn’t flinch when reading about it. Thanks. And thanks for your support. You’re very kind, Mike, you’re very kind.
I don’t know what to say. Its just one of those things.
The deep breath one takes at reading the first line is only given up by reading the last. Brilliant
Your suspended respiration has had a similar momentary effect on this poet who recognises an overwhelming compliment when he sees one Sarah. I thank you.
Your poem has got me to reflect on this. I can offer myself explanations, but they fail to really giving a feeling that satisfies my bewilderment. In the end all I can think is that life must be terribly bad to bargain a son away. Thanks for the poetic consideration of your words.
Thank you for sharing your reflections Rowan. I too find it perplexing. I would seem that a small percentage of human beings are focused on their afterlife instead of their life.
Nothing more I can add to the above comments Mike except more of the same please.
Many thanks Chris.
You are most welcome.
wow intense and brilliant… excellent Mike!
Thank you Roxi – I was reacting to a news article at the time and as a father myself, felt more than a little perplexed by this Abrahamic element of the report.
Wow, brilliant, visceral and immediate, so descriptive it literally takes you there. Bravo!! 🙂
Much thanks Helen. I have to admit it’s a piece that I’m particularly fond of.